Teen Michael and y/n get drunk and get caught making out but yn is annorexic gasp I have an ed and this is how I cope if you're in recovery feel free to skip this chapter 🤞🏻
You hummed, sitting on your bed after an exhausting day of exercise and lack of food. You yearned for somethign to help you get loose, to cheer you up and get you out of this depressive episode.
Looking down at your phone, you notice a missed call off your boyfriend, Michael. Odd, you thought he was out tonight.
You return his call, wondering what he had called you for.
“Heyy, y/n..how are ya?” his voice was slurred and it sounded like he was outside, doing god knows what.
“Heyy baby...I’m okay, what about you?” you purred into the phone, sliding down onto your bed to lie on your side.
“Mmm..I’m goood, ‘specially now I'm talking to youu” he cooed, followed with a sly chuckle. “Say...how about you meet me and my friends at the skatepark? It's only gon’ be me and the gangg”
Your face lit up, getting the release you had desired. You assumed he was inviting you out for drinks, and grinned.
“Sure thing, Mikeyy~ I'll be down in ten, mkay?” you smiled, sitting up on your bed and scanning your open closet for clothing.
“Alright n/n, see you in a fewww..” he slurred, hanging up and letting you get on with business.
Your parents were out of town for a dinner date and they had told you specifically not to go out, especially considering they wouldn't be back until the next morning, but you didn't care. Not like they'd catch you, eh?
You slipped on a quick, black band t-shirt (ur choice) and a denim skirt for underneath, with tights for the cold of the night and a black hoodie.
You tugged on your Dr Martin's, before grabbing your phone and walking out of the door with your favourite music blasting through your headphones at max volume.
It took you 5 or less minutes to get to the park, where you were greeted by a very, VERY drunk Michael. You chuckled, as he waddled towards you, vodka in hand.
“Heeyyy, y/n! You're FINALLY here!” he grinned, gripping your tiny wrist and pulling you beneath one of the ramps.
You sat down next to him, greeting the others warmly, as you were handed the bottle. You took it to your mouth, and took a sickening swig of it, the strength giving you a headache but you still grit your teeth and downed it.
“Hmmngh...” you whimpered, feeling the warm, bitter liquid travel down your body. Michael watched you longingly, his glare strengthening at your noises.
“Yo, y/n, got any smokes?” one of them asked, to which you nodded and handed the packet of fags and lighter to him, taking your own out to puff.
“Got any more?” Michael asked, edging closer to you.
“No, sorry Mike. We could just share if you want~” you flirted, taking another before handing it to him.
He took a long drag, blowing the smoke out onto your face as you felt the vodka hit your system. Shuddering slightly, you took the bottle again and took another big drink, letting yourself get drowsier.
Michael leant against you, handing the cigarette back to you, watching as you puffed it so professionally.
“Oi, y/n, don't hog the bottle!” another one said, taking the tall glass from your hand, taking a long drink of it.
“Keep it, I brought my own bitch!” you moved to grab your bag, your head spinning and your voice slurred.
You unscrewed the bottle and took out a cup, pouring in the Smirnoff's and lemonade, taking a long sip, letting the acidic liquid fill your mouth again and feeling the weirdly warm sensation leak down your body.
Michael gripped you suddenly, pulling your body closer to him and almost...groping your hips. The others didn't care, nor did you, even if you thought he and you were going to keep your relationship secret.
You leant back into him, stroking his arms and legs with your less dominant hand as your other took swigs of vodka. Michael puffed out the last of your fag onto your head, flicking it away, before leaning his head into your neck.
You shook at his sudden touch, his soft lips caressing your sensitive neck. You whined softly, feeling as he moved your silky hair out of the way.
“God..y/n, I don't fucking care anymore...c’mere..” he mumbled into your neck, words almost incoherent.
He let you move to face him, as his big hands gripped your jawline, pulling your face closer to him, before he kissed you passionately, taking his free hand to your chest as you sat there shook for a second.
You softly melted into the kiss, returning it as you attempted to make yourself taller and ran your hands through his hair.
Your group of friends watched in shock, eyes wide as to what you were doing infront of them. They watched in silence for a few seconds, the music they were playing being the only noise in the park, before turning around deciding that they didn't care.
Michael pulls you onto his lap, gripping your bony hips and letting your small thighs straddle his strong ones.
Your hands pressed against his toned chest, before pulling away, a small string of saliva connecting you two.
“Mnggh, why'd ya pull away baby?” he whined, pushing your back to bring you closer.
“You were going too deep, save it for tonight baby.”
El oh el ran out of motivation enjoy this chapter this was a request from EONS ago ummmmmmm enjoy :3
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